Six Warriors

Dreadful Gartham - (Fenrir)

"We knew, we knew, Iron Lord is the strongest!" The members of the elite squad screamed ecstatically as if they were some kind of cheerleader.

"You worthless ones, don't stand there screaming like idiots, go over there and finish more of them!" Gartham ordered.

"Yes sir!" The elite squad responded by saluting and they were gone.

Fenrir had a mixture of feelings in his hurt, fear, disbelief and a lot of anger, these feelings were so strong and so confused that the rational voice of the boy's mind was inaudible, because the confused feelings barked like a mad dog in his mind. The rational voice, very softly, seemed to whisper if that hadn't gone too far. The voice of irrational rage simply told him to finish Gartham.

Fenrir, filled with pain, prepared for a difficult battle.

"You killed her!" he spat to Gartham.

"I killed?" Gatham curled his mouth in a sardonic smile.

"You bastard!" Fenrir's hands burned with the black and purple of darkness.

"You are the next you miserable little traitor."

"I don't care anymore what you think I've done, I just know I'm going to make you pay for what you've done!"

Quick as an arrow, Fenrir punched Gartham's iron chest, which was dragged a few inches, but he didn't seem to feel pain.

"Take that!" Fenrir screamed as he punched Gartham, who didn't have time to react, but he didn't feel much damage either. Fenrir then spun and kicked Gartham in the face, bringing the big metal man to his knees. A trickle of blood ran down from where Fenrir had struck and Gartham looked more than savage... he looked angry now.

The boy backed away from the big one, taking three long leaps backwards, and prepared his most powerful destructive attack. Gartham looked at him and it seemed to Fenrir that he wanted to advance. Before this happened, the Black Wolf fired all the energy he had accumulated, in a new technique before this happened, the Black Wolf fired all the energy he had accumulated, in a new technique:

"ECLIPSE ANNIHILATION!!" And the great gush of dark energy erupted from the boy's hands, in a continual jet of darkness. The spell of magic lasted for some time, and when it ceased, Gartham was on his knees, with the largest and thickest shield Fenrir had ever seen, and even so, it was damaged. The shield broke, and Gartham rose angrily. He rushed at Fenrir, faster than the boy could imagine, coming face to face with the chosen one of the dark.

"That attack was pretty dangerous, kid!" Gartham yelled and punched Fenrir in the stomach, causing the boy to rise into the air and fall helplessly to the ground. The Black Wolf moaned along the ground… Gartham's blows hurt too much. Fenrir, with no time to recover, took another blow to the face, and then a wide kick to the chest. He found himself on the ground once more, but Gartham lifted him like a puppet, though the boy was too dizzy to see his opponent's features. "DEMOLITION MACE!!" Gartham screamed and threw the full brunt of the attack on Fenrir. Much pain. Fenrir was flung away and crashed into a pine tree. At least four of his ribs were broken, he was dizzy, blood was running from his mouth, forehead and nose, in addition to the various scratches and cuts all over his body. He was finished, he was no longer able to fight. Everything went dark. His eyelids grew heavy, and as long as he resisted, he finally closed his eyes.